Ruth was inflammable; she would always be flaring up swiftly, in pity, in tenderness, in anger; she would always be answering impulses, without seeking to weigh or to analyse them. She guessed Jack was having trouble finding the right piece of carving. "No; but I shall, before he retires to rest. Once before—but that had been different. ’ She shook her head sadly.
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